Hurry. HURRY.

Diverging into several smaller herds, the acromantulas charged forth from the forest with little regard for anything in their path. Benches were upturned and flowerbeds trampled upon by a sea of strong hairy legs as they moved.

"Keep moving! Quickly!" commands one, his large body turned around to look back with his darker than usual black eyes from whence they came. It had been the right decision. He had to believe that. They would all meet again.

Allowing himself another lingering look, the spider waited for the last of them to move by him before turning his great body around and following, taking up the rear.

Balance of the garden here most certainly disrupted.